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| fantasy story of Aya Matsuura : |
| Julie-Anne by surprise. I moved to the front of the pretty blonde who now had a nervous smile. My rosehole still tingled from its recent adventure. Julie-Anne's full breasts strained against the thin material of Aya's white blouse. Aya's nipples stood out boldly against the cloth. Caroline caught me eyeing them. "Cup the breasts and ki |